Iris2: 882
Iris3: 730

I don’t remember what I dreamed this morning (in case anyone was keeping track).

Why is it that at night the cats (particularly Grimmie and Eostre) will beat up each other and yowl and make their lives and mind miserable, but when I wake up in the morning, they’re all peacefully sleeping at the foot of the bed?

A bit grumpy this morning. I’ve written about it in a private entry. I don’t do that a lot—this is only the second time. It’s less of an entry than I discussion with myself—pouring out what’s upsetting me and using the release to move beyond the block. When I did this at OCW (an afternoon when I felt like shit about my writing and thus couldn’t write), by the end of the rambling I’d given myself a pep talk and was diving for the computer. This time wasn’t as immediately effective, but it’s allowed me to work through the problem, come up with what the options are, and let me put it in my subconscious to stew over.

I really have to learn to read things more carefully. I was looking at the call for submissions for Silhouette Soulmates books again, and saw that what they want first is a query letter with a detailed synopsis. Not three chapters as well. I could have done that months ago! So, I’m going to send the synopsis to my mom for a review, and once that’s done, send it out. Sheez.

I’m still a little nervous about not have a clear idea of what’s happening next in AETW, so today is Iris day. I’m almost finished with the second vignette, and I think after that I’ll dive in and see how much I can do on the third one. Whee!

Does this madness never end? Happily sated by my dinner of potstickers, I went out to lay on the hammock and read for a bit. But I couldn’t finish the story I was reading, because I started thinking about the Spirits & Sleuths antho, and haunted things. Something unique, I thought. There have been haunted cars and haunted radios. My mind wandered…a haunted computer…a haunted hammock…a haunted hot tub…

Bam, there was my story. So I had to come in and write up the idea, at the very least. I love it when a plan comes together.

Sat in the hot tub (er, ours, not the haunted one), but came up with more ideas for the story. Came in with the intent of putting my neck in traction for a few minutes and then writing in the time before Friends and other Thursday-night shows came on, but then Albra called and we had a lovely chat, so I certainly don’t begrudge that time.

I’ve written almost 500 words on notes for “Testing the Waters”, the haunted hot tub story. Cool. I’ve also started the third Iris vignette. And while watching TV, I put two coats of white paint on one of the parasols I bought at Cost Plus. It occurred to me that the rayonny will be easy if I make one flame per section, so I also made a template for that. Oh, and I talked to Ken tonight. Damn, but I love him. No specific reason. Just everything.